2026 Blogging A to Z Challenge Day 2

Here we are, Day 2 and I’m still here. This is the week leading up to Easter and my eldest son is home for the holiday. At 53, he’s not a kid anymore and having him home means a bit more work for me. He has very few friends left in town, and so we get all of his attention. Bear with me as we get to today’s post.

I’m a boomer. Born in 1950, I came into a very different world from the one this generation embraces. WWII had ended five years earlier, and there were plenty of soldiers who fought Hitler and the Nazi menace, many of them including members of my family who’d served both at home and abroad, many neighbors whose screams from nightmares woke us up at night, back in the days when there were no air conditioners and windows were open to cooling night breezes. I thank God that they aren’t around now to see the rise to power of that same ugly racism.

Was I a badass? Maybe. I wore mini skirts, danced to the greatest music ever, went to concerts, and wore see-through blouses and bikinis. But I also faced discrimination because of my sex–lower pay scale, inability to open a bank account, get a credit card, or a personal loan without my husband’s signature, even though he could do all that without mine. Thankfully, those days are passed and women can sign documents for themselves.

In case you haven’t figured it out, today’s letter is B and it stands for more than being a badass. Be stands for believing, especially believing in yourself. When I first started teaching, I believed that I could make a difference in the lives of children. Teaching them to read, write, count, speak both English and French opened the world up to them and gave them opportunities to be anything they wanted. But, there were days when beliving I was making a difference was much harder then others. It usually took a boost from a friend to set me on the right path.

Today we’ll hear from the king himself.

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